The nine braced themselves as the haze cleared. Remiel shot forward, his right fist blazing with searing crimson fire, wings flaring wide behind him. With a furious roar, he drove his flaming fist into Wolven’s chest.
The impact forced the Direwolf back, claws dragging through black sand as molten sparks hissed from its ashen hide. For the first time, Wolven staggered — then the beast’s paw came up in a single, devastating arc. The blow struck Remiel full in the torso and sent him cartwheeling through the air. He slammed into the black sand with a thunderous impact; the crater he formed smoked and hissed as molten glass bled into its rim.
A deafening howl erupted from Wolven’s maw, shaking the desert’s foundation. The air quivered as the sound burrowed into the ground, resonating across
